I got a breast pump...but it's not what my teenage self would have imagined

This week, my brother and sister-in-law kindly gave us a breast pump. If my teenage self was offered a "breast pump", every ounce of that Beavis and Butthead immaturity would have come spilling out. Hehehehehe. Giggles. Hehehehehe. Repeat. And that teenage self would have been sad to realise that breast pumps are nowhere near as naughty as he would have imagined.

Um...could you not.

Instead of being the stuff porn is made of, breast pumps are entirely necessary things, it turns out. They will allow Megan to express milk for when Blu needs to be bottle fed (which is where I come into the whole feeding vibe) and useful for when she goes back to work. It also turns out they're really expensive (thanks, Mark and Lynette, for handing it down the line!).

Still deciding whether to bottle feed or "boob" feed when it's my turn.

It seems myself and my teenage self are worlds apart. And that's pretty great.